Last night, as I lay on the prairie
And looked at the stars in the sky
I wondered, if ever a cowboy
Would drift, to that sweet, by and by
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little doggies roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little doggies roll on
The road to that bright, happy, region
Is a dim, narrow trail, so they say
But the broad one, that leads to perdition
Is posted, and blazed, all the way
They say, there will be a great roundup
And cowboys, like doggies, will stand
To be marched, by the riders of judgement
Who are posted, and know every brand
Roll on, roll on
Roll on little doggies roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little doggies, roll on
They say, He will never forget you
That He knows every action and look
So, for safety, you'd better get branded
Have your name, in the great, tally book
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little doggies, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little doggies, roll on